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She sold sea shells

by Gidjet Rockwell

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June 27, 2015

I don’t even know what to say. I can’t fucking function without him. I’m not sleeping, I’m barely eating. I know I look like shit just based on the looks Eva gives me most of the time, plus the fact that she said it looks like I’m dying…always comforting...
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Don’t leave me like this..

by Gidjet Rockwell

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June 20, 2015

I guess it’s time for me to write down what happened while I was gone before I forget it. Therion and I left The Eights really early in the morning, the sun was barely up. We walked for several hours, at first we didn’t say much of anything, I think...
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Broken

by Gidjet Rockwell

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June 17, 2015

Weeks have gone by, and I’ve finally returned to The Eights. Why did I come back here? Everything reminds me of him. We came here together, and now it’s just me. I’m expected to run this place still? Fuck… My heart is completely shattered. Why am I still here? I’ve...
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Watch him burn

by Gidjet Rockwell

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May 15, 2015

Something was weird recently. Someone was scoping out the roof of The Eights. Causing a little bit of discomfort amongst the residents. I was first told about this guy from Sy, she let me know that he seemed to have been asking a lot of questions about our security procedures....
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Shit got real

by Gidjet Rockwell

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May 6, 2015

We took it for granted really. The gates. For some reason everyone believed that it was going to protect us against any walker that came to it. Sure they were stupid, but when there are big gapping holes to fit through, I’m pretty sure they’re not THAT stupid. And they...
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Dirty deeds done…for dirty veggies

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April 25, 2015

I am slowly on the mend from my accident in that deli with Jovy. My face has started to heal up nicely, and my arm, well I don’t need to have it in the sling anymore. I’m still in an incredible amount of pain if I move it too much...
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And I didn’t even walk out with any jerky

by Gidjet Rockwell

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April 19, 2015

My fingers were itching, I kinda really wanted to just leave The Eights for a little bit. I was getting stir crazy. I was standing outside in the courtyard as usually, people were talking about Yama’s truck, I was talking to Declan somewhat. Usual shit really. Our newest member of...
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Same shit different day

by Gidjet Rockwell

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April 17, 2015

I’ve been feeling rather dark lately. I’m not sure what it is. Like being in Arklay has made me wonder if I would still be alive if we hadn’t found this place. Clearly I can get along just fine without Therion. He’s always off doing whatever it is he’s...
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Holy shit…please don’t squish me…

by Gidjet Rockwell

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April 8, 2015

Seemed like an ordinary day at The Eights really. Therion and I were watching the gate and joking around, it was a nice day, you know all things considered. In the middle of our banter, this HUGE guy shows up. Scariest thing I’ve ever seen. He was so tall, he...
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The line is so far behind me, it’s a dot.

by Gidjet Rockwell

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April 2, 2015

I’ve taken great pride in taking care of the eights and it’s residents. It’s become something to focus on. Even helping people that I meet on the streets seems to give me a sense of purpose. I was out walking when I saw a man and a woman standing in...
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